The Muskrat

First, finagle your way into another military-sponsored trip to a base in Hawaii. Second, take an 8-month-old. Third, pray said 8-month-old refrains from screaming during the 19 hours spent on airplanes.  Simple! We left on Sunday, a few hours before the Atlanta Snowpocalypse 2011 (leaving my mother in charge of […]

Wednesday afternoon, I rode in a Cessna Skyhawk from Honolulu, over Molokai, and onto Maui.  After we landed, I learned my new friend had never landed at Maui before, because his instructor told him it was the most difficult runway in the U.S. to land a private plane, since the […]